This is not her picture. We belonged to each other before the wonder of digital cameras. It is close. She had fewer spots and her ears were white, but I remember that look.
Sera was deaf. She was a rescue. But she was also a Dalmatian, so I had some challenges in keeping her contained.
TT: I’d like to take this moment to warn all prospective pure breed dog owners to research the breed traits before adopting such a companion. Had I known what I was in for, I might have chosen differently. Then again, I might not.
Dalmatians have no problem jumping fences. Sera showed every inclination to take ours at the first opportunity.
We bought a shock collar. I tested it on myself first, and yes, it hurt. The concept is you set up little charges in a closed loop, and when the collar with the shock box gets within “x” number of feet of those little charges, the collar beeps. If the dog keeps going, the collar shocks the dog. The dog learns not to go in the direction of the beeping.
It’s a great idea. Except the collar malfunctioned.
She hit the deck.
The collar hadn’t gone off, but she wasn’t taking any chances. As long as that collar was on, she didn’t move.
Why do I tell you this ridiculously long story? ‘Cause my dog and I have something in common.
I don’t like getting shocked, either. My first response is to drop and stay until someone comes to take the collar off.
I’ve taken a few shocks in the last few weeks. My first response is to hit the deck and wait. I can’t afford that response. Not really.
I wish I could. I wish I could go back to the days of waiting for rescue, followed by hot chocolate and a good hug with a stuffed dragon. But I can’t. I have to grow up, take my shocks and keep going no matter how much it hurts.
I chose the turtle as my symbol because turtles keep going. They don’t think about what might happen. They don’t care. They just want that cherry tomato.
TT: Have you seen that YouTube video of the turtle trying to eat the cherry tomato? It’s so sad. I very much hope whoever filmed it finally squashed the tomato so the turtle could eat it.
We did figure out a collarless way to keep Sera in the yard. Rest in peace, my pearl of great price. I’ll see you on the other side.
Anyway, those are some thoughts for a Thursday.
What about you? Are you a fighter or a dropper? Have you hit a wall you couldn’t scale? A dream drizzled in battery acid? How do you respond?